Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
CMW,
Roxette,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.